Arise, landlady, don’t delay to fuss with your cap,
And get me a drop of whiskey or a quart of your own ale!
We’ll be drinking until morning — here’s a health to all the fellows.
And when the mistress leaves town I shall have the prettiest girl!

Oh God, what shall I do tomorrow when I see my love heading east?
I can’t go up to her, because of all that’s passed between us.
When I think about her playfulness and her laughter, about the work of her generous hands,
I fall into black despair, and shed many tears for the loss of her.

I’ve walked bogs, hillsides and steep mountains,
And a lot of other places I can’t even tell you — I hadn’t an ounce of sense in my head.
Searching for the kind, airy girl with whom I will never lie down,
That it would be more proper for her to lie alongside me than to be in Cong two hours before day.

My feet have long been shoeless, but even longer that my pockets have been penniless;
I’m a long tim walking out with young women, but I’ve never walked with the one I desire.
My coffin is long in the making, and my tomb being carved out by the masons;
My bier shall be lifted on a spring day, with young men bearing it.

One night I was drunk, I was making for Micheal’s in the glen;
A piper was striking up a note, and he had a jug of whiskey on the table.
We got so drunk that we could move neither hand nor foot!
But here’s the blessing of the children of Adam and Eve upon you — and I’ll pay the reckoning myself.

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